Cinquain February 7

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The Curtain Fell

Foolish to linger.  There is a balance to the delight.  You both played your parts. Often it is manifest in fleeting affection.  The curtain fell long ago. Tis better to remain oblivious to the likelihood that your world will be pulled asunder. You wanted to take a bow.  Giving the heart ample opportunity to clingContinue reading “The Curtain Fell”